Paisley Morrow Whore ❤️

About Dallas

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

Food Whore: A Novel of Dining and Deceit

Now, let me get personal. I was mad once when a code glitch ruined a feature launch on 3rd Street. I stormed up to Luna's Bar on 3rd & Vine. Crazy place, filled with offbeat minds and killer tunes. I nearly spilled my drink, thinking “Eh, Yi Yi, a cycle of love and loss, it's just like that.”

Charlotte Lentz Morrow Obituary December 14, 2024